There was Henry doing equal service to his mother; and on the floor lay the two pistols, and one of the candles which had been upset in the confusion; while the terrified attitudes of George and Mr.Marchdale at the window completed the strange-looking picture.
"What is this--oh! what has happened ?" cried George.
"I know not--I know not," said Henry.

"Some one summon the servants; I am nearly mad." Mr.Marchdale at once rung the bell, for George looked so faint and ill as to be incapable of doing so; and he rung it so loudly and so effectually, that the two servants who had been employed suddenly upon the others leaving came with much speed to know what was the matter.
"See to your mistress," said Henry.

"She is dead, or has fainted.

For God's sake, let who can give me some account of what has caused all this confusion here." "Are you aware, Henry," said Marchdale, "that a stranger is present in the room ?" He pointed to Mr.Holland as he spoke, who, before Henry could reply, said,-- "Sir, I may be a stranger to you, as you are to me, and yet no stranger to those whose home this is." "No, no," said Henry, "you are no stranger to us, Mr.Holland, but are thrice welcome--none can be more welcome.

Mr.Marchdale, this is Mr Holland, of whom you have heard me speak." "I am proud to know you, sir," said Marchdale.
"Sir, I thank you," replied Holland, coldly.
It will so happen; but, at first sight, it appeared as if those two persons had some sort of antagonistic feeling towards each other, which threatened to prevent effectually their ever becoming intimate friends.
The appeal of Henry to the servants to know if they could tell him what had occurred was answered in the negative.